Brightman Sarah
You, sin más porqué,
You que bésame,
You have me in furriel,
De un roto de tu piel.
You, like the lime,
How damp you are mortal,
You, whiten my reason,
Shutting down to the mattress.
Tú, tu, tu, tu.
Tú, tu, tu, tu.
Tú, tu, tu, mounted on a hand,
Yo, hostile motorbike,
You, hug me with your feet,
Y yo lamo el arnés.
Tú, y sin ti yo no.
Tú, y sin ti ya no.
Tú, me has hecho diitar,
Y today yo se dice asi:
Tú, tú, tú, tú.
Tú, tú, tú, tú.
You, you, you.
You, you, you, you.
You, you, you, you.
You, you, you, you.
You, you, tú.
You, with no reason at all
You kiss me
You got me feeding
A broken part of your skin
You, as the lime
Which, when wet, is deadly
You whiten my senses
Soaking to the matress
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, riding on me
Me, hostile rider
You hold me with your feet
And I lick the harness
You, and without you not me
You, and without you no more
You've made me resign
and today by me you say:
You, you, you, .... (26x)

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